A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 391

Chapter 391

Third Person’s POV

“You won’t accept it? Humph!”

Dwight growled low in his throat, like an angry wolf. His sulfurous pheromones collided violently.

He glared at Melinda’s thin, pale face, his wolf cars slightly forward, about to accuse her of being narrow- minded, yet found himself at a loss for words.

Though “it’s never too late to mend,” no one says an apology must be accepted.

He sneered, his claws faintly gleaming, “What gives you the right to refuse? What?”

Melinda’s voice rose, her tone cooling.

Her voice no longer trembled, cedar pheromones carrying clear oppressiveness, “For favoring your lover and insulting your mate; for being arrogant and self–centered; for betraying your mate and being unfit to be a father; and for claiming to be a gentleman while acting like a petty person!”

Her vertical pupils shone through her tears, resolute.

Dwight, now furious and ashamed, shot back. “So I’m worthless in your eyes? Why did you try every means to mate with me then? Our mating was all your one–sided wish. I just gave in to the pack’s influence…”

“Shut up!” Melinda’s eyes turned bloodshot, her lips quivering again.

Speaking of their mating, she felt both shame and grievance.

back then. And you said your wolf sensed me as your mate, which led to our relationship. If

down her cheeks. Naturally timid, she couldn’t hold back

slender figure, struggling to hold back tears only to break down in the

guilt

had vowed to be faithful to Willow and mustn’t feel

say Begonia Street is to be taken back too, and my status as the pack heir has been revoked. Willow and I are in such a miserable situation because yo can’t tolerate her. You got Adelaide to

“You…”

anger. All her composure was gone, and she was left

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Chapter 391

pillow behind her and throw it at him. “You

The pillow missed him.

apologized. Whether you

leave, but Paige grabbed his collar, her

his wolf mane bristling with embarrassment. Paige gravely asked, her aura like a

of a wolf’s claw swung toward his

from the corner of his mouth tasting coppery. He spat out the blood, fury filling his chest, a wolfish

her oak–like pheromones

Dwight back to his feet, her

“Forgive? I’ll kill you!”

pupils nearly bursting, his wolf claws elongating three

me, why should she forgive you? Get

like trash, then slammed the door shut, the wolf–head door knocker

helped up by the omega and pack guards Luna